Scuba Man Strike Again

Hide the chocolate, here come's the Scuba Man again:

I Am Feeling A Little Let Down

I was going to leave the Libby indictment post-mort to Poo-Poo Platter, but since the Blossoming Turd (aka Official A) was not indicted, I am going to comment briefly.

I was all ready to rally around the idea that this was just the first indictment of many (Fitzukkah rather than Fitzmas, as has been said), but I've read the indictment and I think that, sadly, Scooter made his own little bed and will have to sleep in it, cold and alone. It wasn't illegal for Cheney and the CIA to tell Scooter that Wilson was in the CIA, and it wasn't illegal for I. to tell Fleischer, Miller, "Counsel to the Vice President", or Cooper that info either. It was just illegal to lie about it. And wow, did he lie about it. What an idiot.

I Kept My Eyes on the Prize

I called it. You can send checks, cash, trophies and gold bullion to me at my PayPal account. You know why. Poor Harriet. Does she really think this news will last past noon EST if Fitzgerald indicts even the cleaning lady?

You Can Feel The Magic

Friends. Chicago Ex-Pats. You are excited about tonight. The Sox!! They've won! How will you celebrate? Oh, probably alone in your big city, missing the stale beery smell of a Southside bar and the companionship of Rob Schrader. Well, search no further, my friends. Here he is, to celebrate the Sox victory with you.



That's him, there at the left, midground. At Puffers. Remember the hot bartender? Yeah him. And her. What the hell were they doing in Bridgeport? Anyway, back to your beer, and your worrying how you will get Shredder home safely in that condition.

Recipe for a Bar Association Dinner - in Haiku

Here's a haiku recipe poem regarding the Bar Association of San Francisco dinner we went to last night:

One Linda Ronstadt
supports pro bono lawyers
with liberal ditties

Then John Edwards speaks
favors Katrina refugees
for re-election

Passable chicken
So many lawyers - head spins
Add in Meredith and Brook

And when I was inspired to write those little gems, I came up about this one about The Boys fellow traveler back from Boston:

Early off the plane
Big Geraldo Rivera
Orange sunglasses

Bad News for Anti-Union Employers

It's a little difficult to post news about one's own personal achievements but I thought it was only fair warning to let the Anti-Union Employers of America (a.k.a. Wal-Mart) know: the partners at my firm voted unanimously to make me a partner this evening, and, I suppose, through my enthusiasm, I have accepted. So, wooo-hooo!!!

Is Harriet Miers a Stall Tactic for Bush?

As you know, I have already predicted that Harriet Miers will withdraw her nomination, probably on the pretense of needing to care for her elderly mother (rather than because she's unqualified). The question now is, when will she announce? Is she stalling to buy time for the President? And if so, what's he waiting for?

One guess: He's waiting for Scooter Libby's indictment on Friday afternoon, and then HM can withdraw her name Monday. That will keep the vultures busy for a few more days. Then Bush can announce her replacement the following Monday, just when folks might start noticing that the House of Cards (or of, err, Andrew Card) is starting to fall.

Any other thoughts on the smoke screen?

BTW: Check out this b***sh** "Ask Harriet Miers" forum posted on the White House webpage. I think I am going to barf up a lung.

Love is a Beautiful Thing

From Craigslist. This is so moving.

juror at your trial - m4w

As fate and a juror summons would have it, you entered my life. I was juror #4 at your 2 day trial for drug possession, assault and battery, and resisting arrest at Circuit Court at 26th & California. Unfortunately, I like "bad girls". I am afflicted with "opposites attract" syndrome in the worst way. The mere mention of "26th & California" or that late night call from a raspy, but lovely voice saying, "Hey baby, I'm in jail" warms my heart and brings back fond memories. I was so captivated by your profile that I could hardly pay attention to what was said; evidence this or that, blah, blah, blah. I love the Snoopy, butterfly, and bunny tattoos on your neck and arms. You had a cute snarl for each witness. As hard as I tried, there was no swaying the verdicts in your favor because lets face it, you were guilty as hell! Give me a shout out in 2 to 4 years...depending on good behavior. I will assume it's the latter based on your tantrum and the sucker punch to your lawyer. I'll look out for your release date!!! Good luck and be good,

Juror#4

What's In Store for Our Little Friend?

Now that Chief Justice Roberts has ascended to his throne, and all the heat is on Harriet Miers, you are probably worried that Jack Roberts will fall out of the news until he is arrested at age 17, or until his wild coming-out while hosting Saturday Night Live in 22 years. Fear not. Master Jack clearly plans to hijack the headlines at every chance he gets. He's a busy little man. Check out this C.V.

1. He may run for the Oregon Supreme Court. Not surprisingly, he will run as a Republican. He probably had to wait until his father was confirmed before making his announcement, to alleviate the political fall-out.
2. He does voice-over work from a private studio in a remote London suburb. Unfortunately, he's non-union. As a Republican Labor Commissioner in OR, however, this is not surprising.
3. He's leading climbing expeditions in Colorado. Which is sort of dangerous for a 4-year old, but his parents have not demonstrated that they have a lot of control over his behavior.
4. He's selling his art. It's not very good, but then of course, he is only 4.
5. He's . . . bartending?! Geez, can the oversight of this child be any more lax?
6. Now this one is really strange. He's trying to cultivate a reputation as a leading champion of the Olsen twins, in the guise of a founder of a group called Teens/Adults Who Love the Olsen Twins. Only a four year old would think that this sounds legitimate. Jack Roberts agrees with me that he, and not those other brats, should have been taken under the Olsen wings to be cultivated for a multibillion dollar synergism.
7. And if all these don't work, the young lad is bright enough to realize that sometimes a good steady engineering job, done with pride and poise, is the best reward in itself.

A Quick Tour Through Montgomery

We got back from our trip to Montgomery last night and there's a lot to tell. But let me start you off with this image:

That's what it looks like near the end of a meal of pulled pork at Sam's BBQ on Atlanta Highway. It turns out that a child can survive on french fries for 4 full days, by the way.

The trip started out with a visit to Jeff and Danielle's, where some rabbit got snuck into the dinner. Mmm, rabbit. When in 'bama, dine on the available roadkill, I guess.

On Saturday, we visited Abraham (my son's entry: "Abraham, pee-pee, potty") and then went to Sam's.

It's true, I think. After lunch, we drove past the former home of Poo Poo Platter, and I can assure you, it was just as he left it. In fact, the rocker on the porch was swaying in a manner that suggested he had just gotten up to yell at his dawg. After a nap and a jump in the pool, Doodle went back to Abraham's, and BD and I headed over to the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, for the Judge's celebration. Congressman Artur Davis (clerk circa 1995) mc'ed; other speakers included Honorable Truman Hobbes, Dean John L. Carroll of Cumberland School of Law, Dr. Joe L. Reed, and Bill Baxley, husband to Lucy Baxley (among other noteworthy accomplishments). Miles was the most moving speaker, but the whole affair was really really nice.

Sunday, we went to visit Ms. Kirkpatrick at her new home. She's 92 and she looked great. She gave L a flag that was on her dresser, saying (imagine a drawl here), "Ah'm so glad to give it to him. Ah didn't have the heart to throw that out." We ran from there to Judge's for a brunch. After the Kid napped, we went to Tina's, where L learned to program a Cray II Supercomputer.

In (one of) Montgomery's (many) misguided attempts of boosterism, the following has recently appeared 2 houses West of the Fitzgerald Museum, which proudly trumpets the fact that Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald lived in Montgomery for 10 weeks:

Say what?

Let Me Be the First

I want to get on record way ahead of everyone and predict that Harriet Miers will withdraw her name for the nomination for Sandra Day O'Connor's Supreme Court seat. I have no information to support that. If I am wrong, then whatever. But if I am right, I will collect untold millions in cash, prizes, bullion and the esteem of my colleagues. A trophy with my name engraved on it will be paraded through the towns. Mark my words.

If Only...

If only the python smoked, maybe he wouldn't have been hungry to eat the alligator.

Just a Couple Can't Miss Items

Thanks to HD for sharing this great story about a chimp in China who has finally quit smoking after 16 years and 2 heartbreaks.

And if you thought the golf disability question was well-settled, both in law and in this blog, you were mistaken. The SF Chronicle reports that disabled golfers are suing for golf carts at 80 Marriott golf courses. Why exactly, now, are golf courses cartless?

Mustache Championship or Union Convention?

You make the call:

What's The Matter With Miers?

I was listening to NPR this morning, and one of the conservative commentators interviewed was lamenting the fact that Harriet Miers has never clerked for a Supreme Court justice, did not go to a prestigious law school, has never had any of her writings published, etc. This sentiment echoes the disappointment of other conservatives, including Article III Groupie, who does not hide her confusion about why Bush would nominate such a plebe.

I don't have an opinion about Harriet Miers (other than I dislike anyone associated with Bush) but it strikes me that the conservative response to her nomination is so unabashedly elitist that I am inclined to like (or not hate her) solely on the basis of the fact that she is not one of the Elite.

But I also note that the conservative response to Mier's nomination perfectly illustrates Tom Frank's point (everywhere, but most compactly) in What's the Matter with Kansas? Conservatives claim to trumpet the values of the common folk, and insist that Bush's entire presidency has been about waiting for This Very Moment, so that a Real Conservative could finally take back the SCOTUS for The People, instead of the Liberal Elite. But when a good old fashioned boot-strapper like Harriet Miers gets nominated, without fancy schoolin' or ass-kissin', they shoot her down as trailer trash. Conservatives don't want a Justice of the People, they want an elite, privileged insider who they can count on to do their bidding. Arguably, Bush's nomination of Harriet Miers may be the first time in Bush's presidency when he has actually done something for his base, unmediated by conservative lobbyists and pundits. And look at the trouble he's in now.

My Son's Blog: Entry 1

Chris nice. Blue vase.